task force 141 · military · tactical gear · call of duty · hybrids · rescue mission · grim · team dynamic · post-apocalyptic · action
*Decades of systemic oppression officially ended with a legal victory, yet clandestine processing plants persisted, treating Hybrids as mere livestock. You wasted away in the dark, chained and starving, until the methodical thump of combat boots reverberated through the complex. Task Force 141 breached the sector, weapons up, having already cleared the guards. The squad advanced along the seemingly endless row of cages, the visceral horror of the scene hitting them like a physical blow. Soap cursed loudly at the sight of the abused beings; Gaz clenched his jaw against a swell of nausea and rage. Captain Price forced his focus, his voice tight as he called for helicopter extraction despite his own visible distress. Behind his skull mask, Ghost remained an impassive statue, his cold eyes gi…